Saturday, May 1, 2010

Figure this dream out, I dare you

Morning all!

All is right here at the House of Hall. We have lights again. Making oatmeal with brown sugar and raisins. And chewing over my dream.

See if you can shed light on the subject:

I had a dream we moved to Indiana. Apologies to Indiana folk and my cousin. But it was backwoods run down neighbor hood, cracked sidewalks, dusty Cadillacs under tarps I was suppose to sell, old house with cracked wood frames , religious bible belt culture, sloooww talking people and i was seeing patients in an old hospital. bad patient interaction too. scary creepy bad. what does it mean? anyone?


good luck!

6 Left a message at the beep:

white rabbit said...

It means don't move to Indiana.



Mrs. Hall said...

WORD up Blanco Bunny!

Hank said...

Mrs. Hall, honey!

It means yer supposed tuh move tuh Indiana!

Howdy, neighber!

Ole Blue The Heretic said...

Well tell me what you ate, what kind of TV, book or movies did you read and watch.

But...right now...I think you have a fear of Indiana. I think you should work your fear out by going to Indiana.

Then you should go up to the most slow talking individual and slap them upside their head.

Then run back home really fast, although driving back might be better on your feet.

You will then have over come your fear of Indiana, snakes, spiders and slow talking people.

Wait...I was supposed to tell you this before can't read this until six months past by. ;-)

Mrs. Hall said...

Hank: OH! you'd be the best neighbor! My kids would love the dickins out your wee pugs!

Blue: well, i'll say this. My Dad is from Indiana. Guess how I feel about him. And I saw him that night. And he's selling his Caddilac. so yeah. pretty much all about him.


Bruce said...

I think you need to look past the concept of it being an undesirable place and look at the differences in the world that you currently live and what it shows you.

It seems to me that this is more of a secret longing for a slower lifestyle and a more staid and simple sort of life. A place where things aren't new, shiny and rushed, but old world, slower and more personal.

Just my 2 cents worth.

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